Love Me Anyways

Chapter Six

 Britt hasn't spoke the entire ride, she always talks so it must have gotten bad. I'm the only one of the four children in the family that seems to be able to calm things down at home.

All four of us have the same dark brown hair, but I'm the shortest. My eleven year old sister, Christa, is taller than me. I'm the second youngest, my brother Gorden is the oldest, and Britt is the second oldest.

We pull into my house, it's too small for the six of us, my siblings and I all share a room. It's fine sharing a room when Gorden isn't here, but I think he's here tonight.

Britt and I enter, it's instant chaos. Gorden and my mom are having it out, screaming at each other. My eyes drift over to my dad who's standing over innocent Christa, he has his hand raised, dad's going to hit her. I refuse to allow her to get beat, what the hell am I supposed to do, shit.

I step between my dad and Christa. "Kevin! don't you dare touch my sister!" I holler in my dad's face. Christa retreats over to Britt, I stand face to face with my father.

My dad is drawing his fist back, he is going to hit me. "If you hit me, I'll hit you right back. Trust me, you don't want me to hit you because I can hit harder," I snap.

My dad smashes his fist into my stomach, causing horrible pain. I retaliate with a punch to his diaphragm. I know for I fact I can't hit as hard as my dad, but I know where to hit in order to get him on the ground.

My dad falls to his knees because I took the wind out of him. "You little bitch," Dad hisses. My father doesn't hit back, because he knows I'll do it again. I guess I settled one problem, for now.

Now I must focus my attention on the argument going down between Gorden and my mother. I can't even make out their words, they're screaming so loud that it makes no sense.

I turn my mother around, her face gets redder when she sees me. "Mom go to your fucking room, right now!" I order. My mother punches me in the face and stormed off to her bedroom, she slams the door shut.

Everyone goes off and does their own thing, they need to cool down anyway. I walk over to the bathroom and shut the door. I stand in front of the mirror, I don't recognize the face staring back at me. I am not who I used to be, in a literal sense I look the same. Trust me, I'm not who I used to be, I don't recognize the person I've become. I miss the person I was before my life went to hell.

There's a light knocking on the door, it makes me jump. I glance back in the mirror before answering, I see a bruise forming on my left cheek bone. "Who is it?" I ask. "Chris," Christa's soft voice replies. "Do you want to come in?" I already know the answer.

Christa opens the door and slides in, she shuts it behind her. I see tears streaming down her face, I pull my baby sister into a warm hug. I run my hands through her hair in an attempt to comfort her, it seems to be working.

I pull out of the hug and look up into Christa's eye's, the left one is light brown, but her right eye is dark green. It's sad that I have to look "up" at my baby sister. I wipe the tears off her face.

"Guess what Chris?" I speak. Chris looks at me for a second before she responds, "What?" I glance back into the mirror before I speak. "I'm getting out of here for good, and then I'm going to come back and help you and Britt get out," I whisper, I give her a sad smile. "How are you getting out?" Christa asks.

"I can't tell you right now, I will leave in the middle of the night," I begin. "You cannot tell anyone that I'm gone for good, if anyone asks you have to say a friend from school took me to a party. Do not under any circumstances tell anyone I ran away."